I'm on a bus right now to Philadelphia, my second home. After about half an hour of traffic in NYC, I'm finally on the Turnpike on a beautiful aesthetically pleasing ride, while the weather outside is furiously scorching. At 10:30 AM.
Driving past the NYC skyline is always inspiring for me.
I have the world in my backyard. A city sprawling with corporate types, hard laborers, hipsters, bums, immigrants, and everything in between, lies a mere 15 minutes away from me. The city is so enormous, that it is almost unrelenting. An island, a rock, just completely filled with nonstop blocks of storefronts, apartments, and schools. The wide streets form a a grid navigated by energetic and fearless yellow cabs and equally energetic and fearless pedestrians who's second nature is to casually jay walk. Somehow, getting trampled by a pedestrian becomes a serious threat.
The buildings here are probably the closest things to actually living up to the name "skyscraper." The Empire State Building can almost poke a hole into the blue dome ceiling above us all.
The energy here is just different. If American culture values and relies on competition to be successful, as opposed to the all-for-one/one-for-all mindset that resides in Japanese culture for example, then the Big Apple is the damn Olympics. Cultural melting pot. Busy and non-stop. And cut-throat competitive.
Japan is Wimbledon.
They call New York City the World's Capital. I call it my backyard.
Too bad that means the Hudson is my swimming pool.
You're all invited.
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Have a nice, safe weekend everybody! Stay hydrated and give your mom a hug and a kiss.
Erick
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Friday, July 22, 2011
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Turnpike-d
When you're used to being one highway away from a close friend and being able to be there for him or her at all times, moving back home two hours away (Turnpike North to be exact) is a tough adventure.
Times get hard when distance is involved. Two lives that were once practically one are temporarily divided, only connected by communication, which isn't always constant. It's initially a painful and abrupt situation that can drain anyone. Luckily, not everyone must go through this.
But if you do find yourself in this situation, you need to remember that you must loosen the rope that you two are tied by. No longer so close that the extra rope dangles by your legs, the aforementioned "rope" is now taut by distance. But you need to remember that this isn't a game of tug-o-war, you can't keep trying to reel the other in.
Instead, think of it as belaying the rope for the other as he or she mountain climbs. You two need each other. Even though, physically, you aren't close anymore. Sometimes a couple easily understands this..sometimes one can't fully grasp this novel idea. But it's apart of growing pains. Growing pains that will turn into a grown relationship.
Just remember to loosen the rope. But never let it go.
Times get hard when distance is involved. Two lives that were once practically one are temporarily divided, only connected by communication, which isn't always constant. It's initially a painful and abrupt situation that can drain anyone. Luckily, not everyone must go through this.
But if you do find yourself in this situation, you need to remember that you must loosen the rope that you two are tied by. No longer so close that the extra rope dangles by your legs, the aforementioned "rope" is now taut by distance. But you need to remember that this isn't a game of tug-o-war, you can't keep trying to reel the other in.
Instead, think of it as belaying the rope for the other as he or she mountain climbs. You two need each other. Even though, physically, you aren't close anymore. Sometimes a couple easily understands this..sometimes one can't fully grasp this novel idea. But it's apart of growing pains. Growing pains that will turn into a grown relationship.
Just remember to loosen the rope. But never let it go.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Random Thoughts: The Art of Pickup Basketball
Pick-up basketball (a game of 5 on 5, where players sometimes "pick up" other players to form a squad) is a setting that can be likened to a brawl, fight, or even a battle royale. Minus the punching and hurting others purposefully. It's similar to these violent clashes in that it pits your crew, versus some one else's. Your friends versus another group of friends. It's a battle for pride.
First off, you can understand who has your back. If you go to a court alone and join a team full of strangers who don't know each other, it's likely that there will be one person who hogs the ball or takes too many shots. It's possible that you get lost in the shuffle, as the players on your team would have no idea what your skillset is. But hey, that's part of the fun sometimes. Proving your worth to people on the basketball court.
In my opinion, though, the best way to play is with your friends. Everyone knows their roles, what everyone else is capable of, and best of all, that people will be supportive or will openly criticize (positively) your actions. You could miss all your shots in one game but still have confidence as your teammates will urge you to keep taking shot they know you can make.
Second, when you play with friends who know every move in your arsenal, chemistry is built. I can't tell you how many times my squad has won when the other team may have some better players, solely because our team chemistry is too much for the other team. Just as the Mavericks proved in these NBA Playoffs, a team that plays like a team will always prevail.
But lastly, the best part of any pick-up game is the outcome. The end score. When the score limit of 11, 16, or 21 is reached by one team. When some one makes that game winning shot, one of two things can take place. Either the person unleashes all the pent up emotion that built up during the game and lets out a scream (I've seen players jump into their teammates as if they won a championship..relax now), or the person simply pumps his fist, and acts like he's been there before. The second action seems to be the most common, as one unspoken rule of pick up is to be respectful..but that's not always followed.
Pick-up basketball is more than the words that I've written here. There is so much raw emotion, anger, fury, and madness that could happen on the court, especially under the summer sun. There is also calm, level-headedness, and collectivity that also could take place, and that's when the game is at its best.
First off, you can understand who has your back. If you go to a court alone and join a team full of strangers who don't know each other, it's likely that there will be one person who hogs the ball or takes too many shots. It's possible that you get lost in the shuffle, as the players on your team would have no idea what your skillset is. But hey, that's part of the fun sometimes. Proving your worth to people on the basketball court.
In my opinion, though, the best way to play is with your friends. Everyone knows their roles, what everyone else is capable of, and best of all, that people will be supportive or will openly criticize (positively) your actions. You could miss all your shots in one game but still have confidence as your teammates will urge you to keep taking shot they know you can make.
Second, when you play with friends who know every move in your arsenal, chemistry is built. I can't tell you how many times my squad has won when the other team may have some better players, solely because our team chemistry is too much for the other team. Just as the Mavericks proved in these NBA Playoffs, a team that plays like a team will always prevail.
But lastly, the best part of any pick-up game is the outcome. The end score. When the score limit of 11, 16, or 21 is reached by one team. When some one makes that game winning shot, one of two things can take place. Either the person unleashes all the pent up emotion that built up during the game and lets out a scream (I've seen players jump into their teammates as if they won a championship..relax now), or the person simply pumps his fist, and acts like he's been there before. The second action seems to be the most common, as one unspoken rule of pick up is to be respectful..but that's not always followed.
Pick-up basketball is more than the words that I've written here. There is so much raw emotion, anger, fury, and madness that could happen on the court, especially under the summer sun. There is also calm, level-headedness, and collectivity that also could take place, and that's when the game is at its best.
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